Disclaiming Banner: I do not own ALTA. I don't even own the calendar that's telling me it Holocaust Remembrance Day.
Destruction
Hate wasn't anything new. That's what On Ji told herself everyday. That's what made it "okay" when her brother came back from overseas with his left leg missing. It made it less of "an issue" when the colony-kids that were more Earth than Fire pushed her in the mud.
There were good things too. Really there were. She was glad from the bottom of her heart that the war was over. Her parents could focus on living instead of worrying all the time. But hate wasn't anything new to the world; and no one had hated her before.
A/N: Thank you every one for coming on this mad little ride with me.